Kristoff stole glances at Chance as they walked along the beach. He still can't believe Chance agreed to take their relationship to another level, or at least was willing to be more than just friends."So, you are willing to give us a try?'' Kristoff asked, looking for assurance."Yes.''''Are you sure?''"Keep asking and I'll leave your ass here in Colombia.''Kristoff pretended to zip his mouth closed, trying his hardest to keep silent as he walked beside Chance.''This is nice, isn't it nice, Chance?''''You talk too much.''''Because I'm nervous. You make me nervous.'' Kristoff said.Chance stooped, then grabbed a hold of Kristoff. Forcing him to look up at him.''I have never heard those words left your mouth before. Being nervous is not you. And yes, I want you. I am willing to put in the effort and make this work. As long as you are too.''Kristoff opened his mouth to respond, but Chance covered it w

''I'm here. Thanks for catching me and waiting up for me.''''You idiot.'' Chance said, pulling Kristoff over to the bed.''At least I came back to you.''"How did you ever find my apartment? This one is new, and no one knows about it.''''I have a tracker on you.''''Now I'm being stalked. Was that how you found me in Colombia?''''No, I did it after, didn't want you to go ghost on me again.''''When did you even do this?''''I'm tired of all these questions. Can you get me undressed now?''''You are a mess.''Kristoff threw the car key at Chance, who had to dodge so that he didn't get hit in the head.''Whose car did you drive, anyway?''"Malcom, now please, enough talking.''Chance had his hands on his hips, staring down at his drunken lover.Once again, Chance found himself undressing Kristoff, having to fight to pull his pants off, which accidentally took his underwear down as well

The two stared at each other for a while.''What the fuck?'' The female repeated, pointing in the bedroom's direction.''What are you doing here?''''Tell me that I am no longer welcomed here.'' She said before taking another swing from the bottle.Chance took the bottle from her, "that's expensive."''When since did you care about the cost of anything?''''Since I start paying hefty prices for things that I enjoy.''''You never drank, Romanee-Conti Romanee-Conti Grand Cru. This is almost thirty grand. How can you afford this?'' She said, reading the bottle.Chance said nothing as he stood there with the bottle in hand.By this time, Kristoff was standing by the door, listening to their conversation, or at least trying to hear them make conversation."What the hell is going on, Chance?" The woman raised a brow.chance stood there silent, playing with the cork of the bottle.Kristoff raised a brow as

"Can't stand to see me winning." Kristina said, coming out into the cool night air to brag. "Always jealous that daddy favours me more than you. And now you can't stand to see that I have this under my belt." "Under your belt? I don't know how you can brag about success when everything was even given to you. Father knew I wanted CC Inc. He knew I was planning to buy it and stole it from me to give it to the likes of you." "The likes of-" "You know nothing about running a business. It's funny how you say I am the jealous one when everything I have and do, you just have to do it bigger or get something better. Well, sister, good luck with your new endeavours." "Wait, that's it?" "Yes, you disgusting troll, I can't believe I shared the same womb as you. I should have eaten you when I had the chance." "Listen-" "No, you listen you spoilt brat-" Kristina threw her drink in Kristoff's face before he could get the rest

Malcom sat in his car, on the curb, waiting for Kristoff to leave so he could go have a word with Chance. But with each time the entrance door opened up, it was either a delivery person or someone that lived there.Then he finally left, and immediately Malcom drove up with his unmarked car to take Kristoff’s spot.The buzzer at the front entrance to the apartment where Chance lived went off. It buzzed three times, signalling that someone wanted to either speak with him or come up."Hello?" Chance pressed the receiver button."Is this Chance?" The male voice asked."Who is this?""A friend."Chance scoffed into the speaker."It's Malcom, Kristoff's best friend.""He isn't here.""I know that. Can I come up? I wish to speak with you."Chance thought for a while, before pressing the button to allow Malcom inside."Nice place." Malcom said, while looking around the place."What do I owe the